Open Book.
I haven't smiled in like 2-3 weeks
I been poppin bottles like 3-4 each
At times I look in the mirror and hate who I see
At times I wake up and pray that waking up was a dream
I'm being honest with you
Are you being honest with me?
Tell me are you being honest with me?
Hmm
It's a part of the reason I'm so fucked up
It's a part of the reason I'm a junkie
Feels like the reason I failed at Uni, I flunked it
So I started selling uppers, you know? fuck it
I feel so hollow without narcotics
If it feels right then assume that I've bought it
Had to fight all of my life and I'm not about to forfeit
I'm sorry to my sis
I'm sorry to my lil bro
I'm a bad example, drowning in mist
I'm sorry to my dad
Even though he KO'd me with his fists
So I left home that was the first time I smoked weed
I'm sorry to my mom
She held a knife at our throats when we were just six
In this moment I neither jest nor kid
You face the shit that I been through
You sacrifice your sanity and health for your passionate pursuit
You couldn't even fit in my shoes
Everything I faced, this is where it led to
I been robbed and beaten bloodied, aimed by some lead too
This is just the surface
And if you doubt me I got belt lashes on my back
Courtesy of my dad
You're welcome to feel them
I been poppin bottles like 3-4 each
At times I look in the mirror and hate who I see
At times I wake up and pray that waking up was a dream
I'm being honest with you
Are you being honest with me?
Tell me are you being honest with me?
Hmm
It's a part of the reason I'm so fucked up
It's a part of the reason I'm a junkie
Feels like the reason I failed at Uni, I flunked it
So I started selling uppers, you know? fuck it
I feel so hollow without narcotics
If it feels right then assume that I've bought it
Had to fight all of my life and I'm not about to forfeit
I'm sorry to my sis
I'm sorry to my lil bro
I'm a bad example, drowning in mist
I'm sorry to my dad
Even though he KO'd me with his fists
So I left home that was the first time I smoked weed
I'm sorry to my mom
She held a knife at our throats when we were just six
In this moment I neither jest nor kid
You face the shit that I been through
You sacrifice your sanity and health for your passionate pursuit
You couldn't even fit in my shoes
Everything I faced, this is where it led to
I been robbed and beaten bloodied, aimed by some lead too
This is just the surface
And if you doubt me I got belt lashes on my back
Courtesy of my dad
You're welcome to feel them
Credits
Writer(s): Abdullah Anjum
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